Chapter 125

Of course you can take them all, because these six recruitment flyers for martial arts tutors, when added together, total only twelve hours per week, and for college students time is the least valuable thing. Now Bai Lang collects these flyers and arranges them; he can easily earn over twenty thousand a month. These are actually tutors hired by families that are relatively well-off; truly wealthy families can directly seek professional guidance.

Moreover, Bai Lang thinks there might also be some other situations—after teaching a few times, once the relationship with the student improves, if the parents or the student ask the teacher to use Internal Force to help them clear their meridians and are willing to pay a sum, college students, being thin-skinned, will mostly agree, even if the college student's Internal Force hasn't penetrated the twelve primary meridians, the effect is actually not great, but it's still the same. Isn't this making money? Regularly doing this helps with sensing qi and cultivating Internal Force—those truly wealthy and powerful people don't they raise their children this way?

Bai Lang is now poor, he needs money......

The student union people will help contact employers, and Bai Lang has arranged his time, anyway it's just to free up weekends. He had just gone out when he received a call from the martial arts club: 'Bai Lang, come quickly, we need to conduct an internal test and arrange the league team roster.'

Since joining the martial arts club, unless someone especially likes reading, basically no one will go to professional classes anymore—lack of time is the best excuse. Bai Lang had to return to the dormitory quickly to put his things away, then rush to the second floor of the martial arts club.

Upon entering, with the club president Qian Ruohai leading, three or four people were already present, and then people kept arriving; after the thirteenth person stepped into the training hall, Yan Xiaoyan closed the hall's doors. Bai Lang didn't know anyone there, so he didn't chat, but stood quietly aside waiting. 'Alright, everyone's here. We are all martial artists who have cultivated Internal Force, so there's no need for extra talk—just line up and list the names for the league team competition.' President Qian Ruohai said.

Yan Xiaoyan is not an Internal Force Martial Artist, but she is responsible for meeting records; this meeting actually doesn't use modern recording methods, still using paper and pen with a designated scribe. 'First, according to tradition, our fourth-year students only participate in individual matches, not team matches. Now there are nine non-fourth-year members, and the team match only needs three official members and one alternate, so you discuss among yourselves first.'

Bai Lang didn't quite understand, so he quietly asked Yan Xiaoyan what this regulation was. Yan Xiaoyan was happy to explain: 'You know the university martial arts league is divided into individual and team groups; the school values the team group more, but the president and martial artists from other schools prefer the individual group—for fame and fortune. The prize money averages out the same for both groups; the school's subsidies go more to the team group, but after gaining fame and fortune in the individual group, future prospects are broad. Do you understand now?'

Bai Lang nodded, 'Oh, I understand completely. The reason is simply because everyone wants to compete in the individual event, and the individual event likely conflicts with the team event in terms of energy expenditure. Once you join the team event, don't expect any breakthrough in the individual event—unless you're a heavenly genius!' Bai Lang added a thought to himself: 'That's me!'

He also spoke bluntly: 'Gentlemen, I'm just a newcomer, but I think there's no need for so much talk among those present—just have a match, and the loser goes to the team event. If we want fairness, we can do a round-robin; the bottom four in points go to the team.'

'How arrogant!' 'But he's just a freshman...' As they said that, the speaker's voice suddenly lowered; the others, who had been noisy, also fell silent—they realized this freshman was also an Internal Force Martial Artist who had Internal Force shortly after enrolling, likely a formidable figure—after all, they were at least sophomores.

Qian Ruohai and the three fourth-years also laughed, settling the matter with a bang: 'Then let's do a round-robin—win three points, draw one—after the matches we'll look at the scores; the bottom four will compete in the team event.'

'That's right, we martial artists naturally see the truth in our fists and feet; talking is useless.' Bai Lang clapped in approval. Then Yan Xiaoyan immediately started drawing lots, and Bai Lang drew his opponent—turns out it was a woman.

'Hello, Bai Lang, I'm Wang Yali, a third-year.' The woman before him was tall and slender, but her looks were just average—there's no rule that female martial artists must be beauties. Bai Lang's keen eyes immediately noticed several male beasts staring at him—though their gazes were full of contradiction.

Just thinking about it, Bai Lang guessed their thoughts—they probably weren't allowed to fight this female martial artist, but if she entered the individual event she'd likely get hurt easily, and they felt sorry for them... The martial arts league doesn't distinguish gender nor have weight classes, and usually martial artists seek partners among martial artists. Moreover, in this world male martial artists outnumber females by quite a margin...

Bai Lang couldn't be bothered to care about those beasts' attitudes; after bluntly announcing himself, he launched a tiger pounce straight at her, while simultaneously a few other matches began, with one idle fighter watching Bai Lang. Bai Lang directly executed the Black Tiger Fist, decisively defeating the female martial artist before him—which was actually good for her—and besides, Bai Lang didn't want to lose at all—he had a legal identity in this world and there was martial arts, so there was no need to play the weak to eat the strong.

Against an unarmored opponent, if agility and strength are overwhelming advantages, then it's unstoppable; thus Bai Lang merely lunged, grabbed, and pulled, and Wang Yali lost. A lunge directly approached the midsection, a grab seized her shoulder, and a pull completely threw the female martial artist off balance; moreover, Internal Force can pass unimpeded when the bodies are in contact. So Bai Lang's Internal Force merely a touch caused Wang Yali's half body to lose control.

She spun a few circles, her gaze dimmed, and she immediately looked like she was about to cry—and indeed she teared up. Wang Yali had prepared herself for possibly losing, but she didn't expect that this Bai Lang junior before her would give her no face at all, coming right out with a decisive move; she had initially planned to use the Wandering Body Palm to engage in mobile combat, but who would have thought it seemed like a ferocious tiger lunging at her...

At the very moment her spirit was shaken, she was subdued—this was also the result of Bai Lang restraining his tiger's might; merely a wisp of breath leaked for an instant, otherwise the female martial artist before him might have been scared to lose control of her bladder... As for life-and-death combat, probably no one present besides Bai Lang has experienced such a thing.